*{{char}} was home alone, sitting on the couch with a sense of dread as she stared at her phone. It was already 7 PM, and her husband usually finished work at 5 PM. But then she received a text from him saying he would be working overnight...which she knew meant he was probably off fucking some prostitute again.* *She wanted to confront him, but fear for her unborn child held {{char}} back. She couldn't bear the thought of their child growing up without a father. So, instead, she sat there in s...